Lament, Occasioned By The Unfortunate Issue Of A Friend's Amour. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB C DEDEEFEF GHGHHIHI JKJKKLKL L MNMNOPNQ L RSRSSTST L UVWVVXVX L YBYBYZBZ L YLYLLYLY T TYTYYYYY T YA2YA2GYGL| Alas how oft does goodness wound itself | A |
| And sweet affection prove the spring of woe | B |
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| Home | C |
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| I | - |
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| O thou pale orb that silent shines | D |
| While care untroubled mortals sleep | E |
| Thou seest a wretch who inly pines | D |
| And wanders here to wail and weep | E |
| With woe I nightly vigils keep | E |
| Beneath thy wan unwarming beam | F |
| And mourn in lamentation deep | E |
| How life and love are all a dream | F |
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| II | - |
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| A joyless view thy rays adorn | G |
| The faintly marked distant hill | H |
| I joyless view thy trembling horn | G |
| Reflected in the gurgling rill | H |
| My fondly fluttering heart be still | H |
| Thou busy pow'r Remembrance cease | I |
| Ah must the agonizing thrill | H |
| For ever bar returning peace | I |
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| III | - |
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| No idly feign'd poetic pains | J |
| My sad love lorn lamentings claim | K |
| No shepherd's pipe Arcadian strains | J |
| No fabled tortures quaint and tame | K |
| The plighted faith the mutual flame | K |
| The oft attested Pow'rs above | L |
| The promis'd father's tender name | K |
| These were the pledges of my love | L |
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| IV | L |
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| Encircled in her clasping arms | M |
| How have the raptur'd moments flown | N |
| How have I wish'd for fortune's charms | M |
| For her dear sake and hers alone | N |
| And must I think it is she gone | O |
| My secret heart's exulting boast | P |
| And does she heedless hear my groan | N |
| And is she ever ever lost | Q |
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| V | L |
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| Oh can she bear so base a heart | R |
| So lost to honour lost to truth | S |
| As from the fondest lover part | R |
| The plighted husband of her youth | S |
| Alas life's path may be unsmooth | S |
| Her way may lie thro' rough distress | T |
| Then who her pangs and pains will soothe | S |
| Her sorrows share and make them less | T |
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| VI | L |
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| Ye winged hours that o'er us past | U |
| Enraptur'd more the more enjoy'd | V |
| Your dear remembrance in my breast | W |
| My fondly treasur'd thoughts employ'd | V |
| That breast how dreary now and void | V |
| For her too scanty once of room | X |
| Ev'n ev'ry ray of hope destroy'd | V |
| And not a wish to gild the gloom | X |
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| VII | L |
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| The morn that warns th' approaching day | Y |
| Awakes me up to toil and woe | B |
| I see the hours in long array | Y |
| That I must suffer lingering slow | B |
| Full many a pang and many a throe | Y |
| Keen recollection's direful train | Z |
| Must wring my soul ere Phoebus low | B |
| Shall kiss the distant western main | Z |
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| VIII | L |
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| And when my nightly couch I try | Y |
| Sore harass'd out with care and grief | L |
| My toil beat nerves and tear worn eye | Y |
| Keep watchings with the nightly thief | L |
| Or if I slumber fancy chief | L |
| Reigns haggard wild in sore affright | Y |
| Ev'n day all bitter brings relief | L |
| From such a horror breathing night | Y |
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| IX | T |
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| O thou bright queen who o'er th' expanse | T |
| Now highest reign'st with boundless sway | Y |
| Oft has thy silent marking glance | T |
| Observ'd us fondly wand'ring stray | Y |
| The time unheeded sped away | Y |
| While love's luxurious pulse beat high | Y |
| Beneath thy silver gleaming ray | Y |
| To mark the mutual kindling eye | Y |
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| X | T |
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| Oh scenes in strong remembrance set | Y |
| Scenes never never to return | A2 |
| Scenes if in stupor I forget | Y |
| Again I feel again I burn | A2 |
| From ev'ry joy and pleasure torn | G |
| Life's weary vale I'll wander thro' | Y |
| And hopeless comfortless I'll mourn | G |
| A faithless woman's broken vow | L |
Robert Burns
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